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Entry tags:
Pardon the Mess
Who:Flandre Scarlet (
u_n_asplode, Popple (
takingthissee)
Where: Saint Andrew's Hospital, third floor
When: Sometime in the evening of February 23rd (WE WERE IMPATIENT AND MOVED IT FORWARD)
Rating: R for BAD END through unnecessary violence (No death, though.)
Summary: Popple is stealing things again, and aviolent yandere lolipire discovers him in the midst of this. A wild plot appears!
the log:
Flandre had never been on the third floor before; relatively unscorched by the fire that had gutted the lower levels, this area nevertheless showed fewer signs of life than the others. And more decay, though most of the obvious rubble had been cleared away. It was dark up here, too--and quiet, save for the sound of the vampire's chiming wings and her staff dragging on the ground.
Her eyes glowed softly red in the dark, which was no impediment to her progress; though she was looking around inquisitively, Flandre didn't trip or stumble over anything lurking in the shadows.
Needless to say, Flandre felt much better today. Not...as good as before, but better. Enough to be more than a minimally responsive lump curled up with Cirno, at least. Good enough to explore.
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Where: Saint Andrew's Hospital, third floor
When: Sometime in the evening of February 23rd (WE WERE IMPATIENT AND MOVED IT FORWARD)
Rating: R for BAD END through unnecessary violence (No death, though.)
Summary: Popple is stealing things again, and a
the log:
Flandre had never been on the third floor before; relatively unscorched by the fire that had gutted the lower levels, this area nevertheless showed fewer signs of life than the others. And more decay, though most of the obvious rubble had been cleared away. It was dark up here, too--and quiet, save for the sound of the vampire's chiming wings and her staff dragging on the ground.
Her eyes glowed softly red in the dark, which was no impediment to her progress; though she was looking around inquisitively, Flandre didn't trip or stumble over anything lurking in the shadows.
Needless to say, Flandre felt much better today. Not...as good as before, but better. Enough to be more than a minimally responsive lump curled up with Cirno, at least. Good enough to explore.